Six feet under,
trapped in a see through glass box,
people can see you,
they can hear you scream,
but they walk by as if they see nothing.

Six feet under,
buried beneath the pain,
hiding under the sorrow,
merciless cries come close to shattering,
the glass in which you are concealed.

Six feet under,
conceited, twisted lies,
cannot be forgotten or lost
hearts forever broken
as you see yourself

Six feet under,
the glass reflects the pain in your eyes
yet your stare is emotionless,
your heart ceases to beat
blood no longer pulses through your veins.

Six feet under,
You forget how to scream,
you lose your sense of sanity,
the glass swallows you up
lost, and always forgotten.

Once you've finally
come to realize that
the little ones are the
only good human beings
.
Your trust in anything at all
is all but gone.
Your back now as worn
out as a well read
paperback.

And your heart,
your starving,giving
unselfish heart has
now been hardened
by the loose,uncaring
women
you gave it to.

You got to just
barrel through it all
while taking it real
easy on the breaks.

The burdens of society,
the addictions,her wants
and what little
you have to give.
That on going
struggle within yourself
between what you
want to do and
that in which keeps her happy,
a roof over your heads
and gas in that guzzler.

We are cursed with a
narrow perspective,
unlike the butterfly who
sees in all realities.

Learn how to survive
and consume with the least
amount of your potentials
and call this success.

Decay always begins
once growth ends.
And there will be
plenty of dreams
to **** tomorrow

Hey there stranger remember my face?
I think we knew each other in a different time and place.

There was even a time I think you knew my name
But you may have forgotten it because of the pain
I think there was a time you knew all my secrets
What made me strong and what made me the weakest
I think there was a even a time we locked lips
Eyes closed with our hands on one another's hips

So hey there's stranger do you remember my face?

No...it must have been another person at a different time or place.

As your perfume inebriates my senses
My arms around the thighs of you - a paragon of beauty.
I can hear your heart pumping against my chest
You have numbed my senses,
You have intoxicated my soul.

You see,
You
Ndi
You came along into my life with such ease,
Like the ebb and flow of water.
Yet you have begun a war in my life;
My eyes think they're most blessed,
They linger on your beauty
And savor on the beauty of your eyes,smile
But everyone else disagrees.
My ears relish on your voice.
The kind words and witty remarks.
My skin boasts on the tenderness of your skin.
Though if you walk a mile in the shoes of my heart, you will realise
It embarks on an incomprehensible journey.

And here with your legs between mine,
your head on my shoulder,
My heart knows it's in the right place.
It ponders on how it came across you, however.

As I bask in the feeling of your fingers between mine,
the adrenaline rush that runs through my arteries, down my spine.
I gaze into your eyes and wander...
Wonder!

As I analyze the memoirs of you,
your scent that lingers still...
the makeup that's smudged on my collar.

As my heart travels at  the speed of light at every thought of you,
All I see,
Vividly,
is you, Ndi.
My paragon of beauty!